So I worked at a McDonalds in the summer and this woman, who I'm gonna call Karen, stormed up to the counter and told me, "My daughter didn't get a toy in her kid's meal," I was explaining how she didn't get a kid's meal but a cheeseburger and fries for her kid. Me: "Ma'am you did not order a kid's mea-" Karen: "I DON"T ****ING CARE. I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO YOUR SUPERVISOR!" The funny thing is, I was the supervisor. Me: "I'm the supervisor," Karen: "Is this some shitty joke, kid? I. Want. To. Speak. To. Your. Supervisor." I kept telling her I was the supervisor, but she got ****ing fed up and straight up chucked a random soda tub at me. Like, What the ****? She chucked a plastic fork at me before my boss dragged her out. I hate Karens.